It’s my last evening in Broome and I finish the way I started with a swim at Cable Beach.
It’s been 43 years since I first came to Broome much has changed but something remain.
Like Sun Pictures, the outdoor cinema that has been in operation since 1916.
But the cultural aspects have expanded.
Art and Street Art abounds
Reflecting the history and character of the town.
Old building have been repurposed.
The old sail makers shed now part of the museum. Housing a collection of then and now photos.
Mmm 1978, yes that’s when I was last here!
And it’s the Kimberley so big Boad trees in the streets.
But its not perfect.
Somedays a Crocodile decides to put a stop to swims at the beach.
But at festival time there is music in the streets
Tomorrow the Steinbock will be loaded and I start the trip south.
Western Australia, is a huge state, about 1/3 of the Australian Continent.
It’s nearly 3000km to Perth, the states capital, and a further 3500km across the country to my home town of Melboure.
So Broome I’m sad to leave but there is more country to see.
Leaving Halls Creek there were sights to see but I had my heart set on Broome.
A stop at the big Boab on the side of the road.
It 43 years since, as a young man, since I was last riding a motorcycle up in north Western Australia, the Kimberley.
The road was unsealed and rough then.
Remnants of the old road still exist. Including the old corrugated iron shed that was the garage.
When I had some bike problems all those years ago. The owners let me use a corner of the workshop to replace the head gasket on my Norton Commando!
Finally Broome and the end of the Savannah Way crossing the north of Australia from the Pacific to the Indian Oceans.
And swim at Cable Beach. My first swim in the ocean since late June in Queensland.
With its Camel Rides,
And the Stairway to the Moon.
Given Western Australia’s covid free status and Broome’s beautiful weather it’s crowded and I had to camp 25km out of town for a couple of nights.
It was a good place to give the Steinbock a wash.
In company with the bush birds like this little Sparrowhawk
Now I have a room in a hostel in the town of Broome which is in the throws of its annual festival, the Shinju Matsuri.
But more on that next post.
Wave Hill is the town where fight for aboriginal land rights took a first decisive step with the Wave Hill Walkoff
I have been reminded that 23 August 2021 is the 55th Anniversary of the Wave Hill Walkoff.
I didn’t go all the way out to Wave Hill
After the hot dusty Bungle Bungles I was after a cold spring to soak in and such places existed on the road from Halls Creek to Wave Hill.
The first spring was Palm Spring just off the Wave Hill road.
The swimming hole was deep and cold just perfect to refresh the body.
I was going to set up camp there but a couple of locals, who had come out for a swim suggested Sawpit Gorge a few kms north offered better camping further off the road.
As I say -local knowledge is the best knowledge.
So I set up camp on a flat area above the gorge and the spring fed stream.
It was near a full moon that night.
Which shone a silver light on the Ghost Gum I was camped under.
Making it a ghostly silver in moons beam.
I have spent a long time in the outback and at this point I was only around 600km from the west coast and the Indian Ocean.
My next swim will be in salt water having crossed the northern part of Australia from Innisfail on the Pacific Ocean to Broome on the Indian Ocean.
I will finish this with Paul Kelly’s musical tribute to the Wave Hill Walkoff.